Time is a funny thing. We never have enough of it. Or maybe time is going by too slow. Maybe it was the nick of time, time after time, or The New York Times.
Time is the great neutralizer. It’s not a rich thing or a poor thing, a black thing or a white thing. Time is an unbiased standard by which we are all held.
Funny thing about time is when you rewind it. Two days ago, I was on a plane. A week ago, I was barhopping with my roommate. A month ago, I was skiing. Three months ago, I was wondering how I was going to get through the year. Six months ago, David decided to take his life. A year ago, David and I were riding our bikes, thinking about our lawsuit. Three years ago, I had a mother. Five years ago, I was engaged to be married. Ten years ago, I was buying my first house. Fifteen years ago, I took my took my first job at this startup in NYC called DoubleClick. Twenty years ago, Mom was telling me why I wasn’t going to be getting a driver’s license.
Did it end up the way I thought it would? No. But I guess in “time,” we’ll see how it plays.
The funny thing about time is that “at the time,” it can seem like the most important thing in the world, but when you look “back in time,” you realize how very much or very little time has really passed.
